I'm waxing philosophical as I sit in the law school, eating some fruit and preparing for another day of studying:
Law school is like an under ripe pear: you expect it to be sooo good, but when you bite into it, it's just not what you expected. Of course, you have to either finish eating it or throw it away, and that's just wasteful. So you eat it, and think about how good it could be.
Seriously, I still love school, just don't expect me to say that until after final exams.
